Today is the last day of 2007.
This year brought the usual ups, downs, and Moments of Excitement. Both Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm put the quietus to relationships of long standing with Significant Others; both moved into their own apartments - no roommates! - for the First Time Ever. And all within a single two-week span.
We vacationed in new and interesting places, spending a long weekend in Washington, D.C. for a delightful mini-family reunion and a full week in Cancun. The latter was a vacation that had been postponed from the prior year, and, as it turns out, it was well worth waiting for. Good food, sunshine, and a few Adult Beverages shared with good friends - what’s not to like?
The Missus, after enduring an orthodontic treatment plan that involved braces, surgery, and a three-month No-Chewing Period, finally had her orthodontic appliances removed in February. Her smile is more beautiful than ever...not that there was ever anything visibly wrong with it.
She Who Must Be Obeyed: This year’s model.
As many of my Esteemed Readers know, today is a special day for me and SWMBO: Not only does it mark the annual Odometer Turnover of the civil year, it is the anniversary of the Infamous Blind Date on which we met, 32 years ago in Sweat City. Who would have imagined that we would be together, thirty-two years later? Who would have imagined that we would be living in our seventh house, in our second sojourn in a city neither of us gave a moment’s thought to until 1981? That we would have two grown children? That we would still be irretrievably, hopelessly in love? And that I would be writing these words on a laptop computer small enough to fit in a briefcase with room to spare, connected wirelessly to readers - friends - throughout the world?
As in prior years, we don’t have a whole lot planned. Our daughters are both away in their respective Home Cities, alas. Braving the infamous Atlanta roads - where the drivers are incompetent enough without the extra assistance provided by New Year’s libations - in order to eat an overpriced dinner in town no longer possesses the appeal it might once have had. No: Instead, we’ll stay home and enjoy dinner and postprandial beverages with a handful of good friends. We’ll roast a whole beef tenderloin, and I’ve got the stockpot simmering with the makings of a fine Madeira sauce. A little Voovy Clickit to toast the New Year, and we have most of what we need.
The one constant in life is change, and 2008 promises to be a year with many changes...like all the ones before it. May those changes all be positive ones for you, Esteemed Readers, and for those you love.
Happy New Year. Enjoy the next Twelvemonth in safety and health, without limit to any good thing.
This year brought the usual ups, downs, and Moments of Excitement. Both Elder Daughter and the Mistress of Sarcasm put the quietus to relationships of long standing with Significant Others; both moved into their own apartments - no roommates! - for the First Time Ever. And all within a single two-week span.
We vacationed in new and interesting places, spending a long weekend in Washington, D.C. for a delightful mini-family reunion and a full week in Cancun. The latter was a vacation that had been postponed from the prior year, and, as it turns out, it was well worth waiting for. Good food, sunshine, and a few Adult Beverages shared with good friends - what’s not to like?
The Missus, after enduring an orthodontic treatment plan that involved braces, surgery, and a three-month No-Chewing Period, finally had her orthodontic appliances removed in February. Her smile is more beautiful than ever...not that there was ever anything visibly wrong with it.
She Who Must Be Obeyed: This year’s model.
As many of my Esteemed Readers know, today is a special day for me and SWMBO: Not only does it mark the annual Odometer Turnover of the civil year, it is the anniversary of the Infamous Blind Date on which we met, 32 years ago in Sweat City. Who would have imagined that we would be together, thirty-two years later? Who would have imagined that we would be living in our seventh house, in our second sojourn in a city neither of us gave a moment’s thought to until 1981? That we would have two grown children? That we would still be irretrievably, hopelessly in love? And that I would be writing these words on a laptop computer small enough to fit in a briefcase with room to spare, connected wirelessly to readers - friends - throughout the world?
As in prior years, we don’t have a whole lot planned. Our daughters are both away in their respective Home Cities, alas. Braving the infamous Atlanta roads - where the drivers are incompetent enough without the extra assistance provided by New Year’s libations - in order to eat an overpriced dinner in town no longer possesses the appeal it might once have had. No: Instead, we’ll stay home and enjoy dinner and postprandial beverages with a handful of good friends. We’ll roast a whole beef tenderloin, and I’ve got the stockpot simmering with the makings of a fine Madeira sauce. A little Voovy Clickit to toast the New Year, and we have most of what we need.
The one constant in life is change, and 2008 promises to be a year with many changes...like all the ones before it. May those changes all be positive ones for you, Esteemed Readers, and for those you love.
Happy New Year. Enjoy the next Twelvemonth in safety and health, without limit to any good thing.
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